411

I wrote this lyric, called “411”, on the date of Yitchak Rabin’s assassination (November 4th).
I think it explains a bit of what I (and perhaps others) feel every year around that date.

I want to thank Tal Margalit and the rest of the crew for (another) fabulous job.

IN SALOMON'S LIVING ROOM? OR MAYBE IN YOUR LIVING ROOM? A PRIVATE AND INTIMATE SHAANAN STREETT PERFORMANCE AT YOUR PLACE!